My World
My world
Is my own little place
With no specific name
It is unique
In its own little way
My world is full of magic
Mostly the unknown
Fueled by my imagination
Which has yet to end
My world is what I write about
In every story
That anyone may read by me
Is a little piece of my world
Never quite the same
But similarities are never hard to find
My world
It may not make sense
But ask me about it
And I'll be happy to explain
Is my own little place
With no specific name
It is unique
In its own little way
My world is full of magic
Mostly the unknown
Fueled by my imagination
Which has yet to end
My world is what I write about
In every story
That anyone may read by me
Is a little piece of my world
Never quite the same
But similarities are never hard to find
My world
It may not make sense
But ask me about it
And I'll be happy to explain